Origin of Symmetry

His name was Wilding.

My friend caught a kitty cat in his cat trap(trying to catch his own cat that ran away)

And it was this beautiful kitten/cat. About 6 months old. Pure black silky coat and a fluffy tail :) Cutest thing. Ever.

So they were looking for a house for it, and I was like YES I”LL TAKE IT

So I was hiding it in my room, and it was so adorable. really shy at first, but after a few hours it was so cuddly and smoochy, wouldn’t leave me alone!

When I went to bed, cause my parents still didn’t know about kitty, I was trying to get him to stop meowing, so I showed him the kitty poop tray I made him, and then the bed, food, water etc. And I picked him up off the end of my bed and he freaked out, jumped back on the bed, and peed on my old dressing gown that I didn’t use, but gave him cause it was fluffy and warm. 

Sooo, I didn’t know what to do cause it got on my bed sheets too. I messaged Mum and told her to come upstairs
Which she did.

And she was not happy when I told her about my kitty cat.

Also cause our other cat, Cricket was not a social cat, and had his shackles up or whatever.Kept hissing at mmy bedroom door

Mumma made me let him go :’( I had to take him outta my room this morning on the way too work, and let him go at the park across the road where my friend caught him.

I was so cut up, even though he more than likely has a family and was OK. It’s just he was one mother fucking psycho cat when we were trying to catch it at Fi’s place to bring back to mine. Almost ferral.

I looked in the revision mirror and it was just sitting on the gravel exactly where I left it, looking with his head cocked to one side.

I cried my eyes out. Omg. Oh jesus.